Woof~
The fearsome howl erupted from Black Mountain, who was dashing towards the dark rift, and its sprinting pace abruptly halted, skidding several feet with its robust body. It let out a bark, a sound it hadn't made in ages.
What scared it was the discovery that the minute fracture, initially almost imperceptible, had, in a blink, widened enough for it to fit in, even with its true form revealed.
What was even more terrifying was the dreadful aura emanating from the split rift the second it tore open—an aura as horrifying as a mountain god's.
However, moments later, Black Mountain's fear started to dissipate, replaced by relaxation, for it saw a "human" stepping out of the rift, whom it found very attractive.
What really put Black Mountain at ease was the scent of its master on this "human"—it could definitely detect it.
"!?"
Feng Qing'an was utterly flabbergasted. He had been longing for the Innate Yin Spirit to come his way.
"My!"
